On the clifftop Of the blessed He flaps his elbows and he Wears a dress Soon he's flying Over town He sees the floods, the fires, he laughs Turning to the clouds They called him weak and they were wrong Cos Angel knows where he belongs Angels, angels Keep the angels off my back Angels, angels Keep the angels off my back So sue your baker Sue your tailor And your childhood sweetheart too And anyone who knows With wings of white and skin of blue Tomorrow belongs to you Angels, angels Keep the angels off my back I've got a message for you I've got a message for you All the tortured boys and girls Can go where he has gone Angels, angels Keep the angels off my back Angels, angels Keep the angels off my back